And Charlie the Cockatoo started rocking out. Dancing: bobbing. Waddling to and fro on his perch. Crooning.[1]

Jeepers: my wife's bird is a friggin' hillbilly.[1] Cockatoos are not, in my brief experience, what you would call melodious. More like a happy-go-lucky drunk who insists on singing his favorite song, loud and off-key.

And Charlie the Cockatoo started rocking out. Dancing: bobbing. Waddling to and fro on his perch. Crooning.[1]

Jeepers: my wife's bird is a friggin' hillbilly.[1] Cockatoos are not, in my brief experience, what you would call melodious. More like a happy-go-lucky drunk who insists on singing his favorite song, loud and off-key.